144 - PIGS THAT PRICK

In muddy grounds, Fabby and Tenzai were collecting herbs, but only one of them had a bright expression on their face. Tenzai was yawning. Fabby slapped his hand because he was picking the wrong herbs. “Look what you’re plucking. We only want the three-sided grass.”

“Y-Yeah,” Tenzai replied rather unenthusiastically. (Heck, this is a boring mission. I was expecting to find some beasts on this Lero mountain, but we didn’t come across any beast that stood its ground before the dogs. And what’s more there’s downwind in the path she’s taking us. I should’ve skipped this mission. I hope other groups will kill this boredom sooner than later.) He could only curse his bad luck.

Oink~! Oink~!

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